With the winter slowly retiring, it’s time to leave the apartment again. But it was still cold on the day I visited this impressive castle right outside Vienna. It’s a short S-Bahn trip away from the city, but then you still have some distance to cover on foot from there (around 3 km I think). Continue reading “Burg Kreuzenstein”
I spent this New Year’s Eve in Sofia, my home town. My boyfriend and I went to a friend of a friend’s apartment on the 20th floor of a typical socialist looking building. The view was amazing – we saw half the city. We weren’t facing the centre, so at midnight when everything exploded with fireworks, it wasn’t an official show or anything like that. It was just a lot of people, who bought a lot of fireworks, celebrating the beginning of the new year.
And yet, New Year’s always makes me sad. It’s hope and desperation all at once. It’s a moment when the passage of time is celebrated, because it brings us away from the bad things that happened in the past and forward, towards a hypothetically better future. And maybe it will be better for some of us. Maybe it will be worse.But I can’t think about the passage of time without feeling powerless and … temporary…
So hey, happy new year to everybody!
A big part of the reason why I wanted to go to Slovenia was Bled. I had wanted to go to this place ever since I found out it exists. It’s a city which is an hour – hour and a half away from Ljubljana.
I used to live a couple of minutes away from this Imperial Palace a couple of years ago. I went by it every day on my way to university, every night on my way back from my crappy job. And from all that time I barely have any photos of it. Typical.
Klosterneuburg is a little town just outside of Vienna. It has a big Catholic monastery that I got to visit today. It was founded in the twelfth century by St. Leopold, whose wife Agnes, way more impressively, had 22 children – 11 from her first marriage to a duke that died and 11 from her second to Leopold. She was also the sister of the Roman Emperor Henry V.
So anyway, yeah. 22 children.
I’ll give you a second to imagine that.
Ready? Ok, lets move on. Continue reading “Stift Klosterneuburg”
Some gas stations are boring and ugly. Some gas stations have views like this.
And yet, I don’t own a car.
I was going somewhere with this…
With my life?
No, I was going to Salzburg. That’s when we stopped at the gas station next to the lake. It was a good gas station. It had all the right stuff. It had coffee. And gas, I suppose. That was what, 3 years ago? What is a gas station you remember from 3 years ago? And were you going somewhere with your life?
Do you ever start a post about gas stations and end up with a mid-week existential crisis? Those are all interesting questions.
My first time in Prague was in the summer of 2013. A friend of mine was doing an exchange semester in Bratislava and I went to visit her one day. There I met some of her friends – a British guy and a German guy – and we spend a fun day together. The guys were actually planning a trip to Prague, which my friend couldn’t attend, and they invited me to join them. Continue reading “My first time in Prague”
Here’s the thing.
I grew up in Sofia, a city pretty much surrounded by mountains. Every day when I went outside I saw Vitosha – the 2290 m high constant companion to my struggles. Most of the times I didn’t even realise it was there, but I did realise that when it was gone, I missed it. It took me a couple of years of living in Vienna to notice that its landscape flatness left me yearning for something different. It took me another couple of years to start going to Google Maps obsessively looking for the fastest way to get to a mountain.
I didn’t want much! Just to sit somewhere with a glass of something (coffee or wine depending on the hour of the day) and to admire the magnificent earth wrinkles. Who would have thought that it would be so difficult to get to a mountain in Austria – the land has the fucking Alps for god’s sake! But every option seemed too far away or too expensive to a person who was used to having the mountains just, like, right there. But then came my birthday and I was desperate to get out. A friend of mine recommended Hallstatt a couple of years ago and I decided to see what all the fuss was about. It took me, all in all, 4 hours on 2 trains, some minutes on a boat full of Asian tourists and 20 Euro to get there and of course, the same to get back. But damn, it was so worth it! The hotels in Hallstatt were way above my price range, so the whole adventure took place on a single day – my 27th birthday. Continue reading “Hallstatt”
It’s my birthday week (it’s not weird, I’m a grown woman) and after going to an Ice Cream festival on Saturday, I wanted to do something equally interesting on Sunday. As the Ice Cream festival wasn’t all that interesting, the bar wasn’t overwhelmingly high. And so, on Sunday I got some börek and went to the last stop of the U2 – Seestadt – with my book, my outside blanket and my easily impressed boyfriend. The district is actually being build right now and will be finished in some years. It’s coming along really well and I could tell it will be a trendy, fancy new area. The See itself had clean looking water, many little fishies and one enormous orange fish (that I could see). We managed to conquer the territory under the only tree on the hard, stony beach and eat our börek. It was actually pretty pleasant and I am excited to see what they build in the coming years. I hope they do something about that stony-ness of the beach…